the art museum

[cimorene]

so at the art museum, i go into the rotherwas gallery (ick, german names) and look out the v. expensive antique windows only to see a small furtive man scurrying furtively across the street away from the lower floor of the museum. wrapt (<--hehe, i used an archaic spelling) in a coat pulled around his ears, and i do mean scurrying.

on the plus side he wasn't carrying any large paintings or sculptures [that i could see].